Have you ever had someone, who you haven't seen in many years, hug you, pull back and excitedly exclaim "you look exactly the same!"
This phrase has always confused me.
Is that supposed to be a compliment? Or is it just a person telling you the first thing (crappy or not) that pops into their head when they can't think of anything else to say?
I just had someone tell me this a few weeks ago, and I hadn't seen this person since I was about, oh, maybe 14.
14! That was 20 years ago.
Ummm, OK, so I look the same as I did when I was 14? Well sure, I'm still the same person. Same skin tone. Same freckles. Same hair color (for now lol). But seriously? What am I supposed to say to that?
But here's the thing that I realized after I got over being annoyed....
I kinda do look the same.
Here's me at the homecoming dance, junior year. I was sweet sixteen, had a driver's license, was sleeping with a hot guy who had a motorcycle, his own apartment AND graduated the year before (and I don't think my mom still knows how many nights I snuck out to go see him heehee) and a great group of friends. Life was good in 1993.
See what I mean? OK, I have almost the same hair. But dammit, it's all highlights now! If I didn't dye my hair it would be dishwater-brown and grey.
Did I really just admit that?
I will always wear bangs, mostly because I have a ridiculously large forehead. To give you an idea of how big, one of the nicknames the asshole boys in jr high gave me was "elephant woman."
But I got my revenge on him about ten years later when I was thin, hot and bartending at a very cool sports bar. He was hitting on me, recognizing me from somewhere but couldn't remember where. Oh yeahhhh, I wish I had a picture of his face when I asked him if elephant woman rang any bells. Asswipe.
Anyway. So I've come to terms with the fact that I haven't changed a bit since high school (as they say...). *sigh*
But ladies, have you noticed that it takes three times as much effort...to look exactly the same?
So I'm working my ass off to keep up with my hair, my skin, my body, my teeth, my nails...to look like I did when I was 16? That just doesn't seem right.
Then again, I'm not sure I want to see what happens if I stop caring...I might get upset when people stop telling me I look exactly the same.